A Frenchman in London Chapter 3: Envoy of the Last Batallion, a Hellsing + Code Lyoko Crossover fanfic

A/N: Here's the last chapter of my three-chapter Music break spree, but not the last chpater of this story!

Chapter III: Envoy of the Last Battalion

When I entered the royal meeting room, I had no idea of why Her Majesty would include me in a summons for the Hellsing Organization. As far as I knew, no one knew of my mission to England but the President and me. But when I exited the room following everyone else, I was confronted by one of the queen's suited guards.

"Her Majesty wishes to have a word with you, Lieutenant Belpois," he said firmly. "Please follow me."

I nodded, and the guard led me to the throne, at which I reverently dropped onto my right knee. "You summoned me, Your Majesty?"

"Indeed," she said. "I know you wonder of how I knew you were here when I sent the summons for Sir Hellsing and Alucard. I can assure you that I have no intention of spying on any foreign military operations for any reason except at times of war. However, I was contacted by President Keller who informed me of your mission here and how it ties into that airship crashing into the Channel a few months ago."

My eyes widened at this, since Her Majesty had mentioned to me of when I downed the Herr Kobra Zeppelin II earlier back in the fall.

"I will pray for your safety, Lieutenant," she said. "Go, and may God be with you."

"And with you, Your Majesty," I said, rising and rejoining the Hellsing crew.

"So, what happened?" Seras asked as I joined up with her and the others. "You disappeared without a warning and Sir Integra was starting to wonder about sending someone out for you."

"Her Majesty called me for a word about…our secrets and to wish me luck in the battle."

"That sounds pretty important," she said, and turned to Integra. "Sir Integra, what do we do next?"

There was a long silence, but then she spoke up. "We go home and form a plan. That's all there is to it. You're free to join us, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, sir," I bowed, and followed them.

"I'll arrange your quarters in one of our spare rooms, Sir Belpois," Walter said.

"That sounds nice," I said. "Thank you, Walter."

The 'room' Walter had prepared for me was more lavish than anything I had seen in my entire life. It was at least 13 by 12 meters, and with some of the simplest yet most expensive looking furniture I had seen in a long time. The bed was easily three times as big as the bed back at Kadic Academy's campus. I managed to get some sleep, but was awoken by the sound of painful moaning from a few rooms down the hall. I slipped my shoes on, threw a large blue robe around my pajamas, grabbed a flashlight, and walked out the door slowly.

I walked down the hall, getting closer to the sound as it grew slightly louder with each step I took. Finally, I arrived in the kitchen doorway, and noticed something I did not expect. I saw a feast fit for the Queen herself on the grand table, which was lined with soups, salads, meats, and breads of all kinds. However, the most remarkable feature was the person at the head of the table and the source of the moaning: Seras Victoria. She was holding a spoon in her hand, which was shaking quite a lot, as if she was scared to taste the soup.

"Her body doesn't accept human food anymore," a voice came from behind me. "But she refuses to accept her new body and now she's on a hard-core reality trip."

I turned around to see Integra, with a lighted cigar in her mouth, looking both distressed and annoyed at the same time. She walked right past me and walked up to Seras, throwing a bag of medical blood on the table right next to her. Seras shoved the spoon into her mouth and nearly gagged. She spit the spoon out and she began coughing violently.

"It should hurt," Integra said coldly. "You're not human anymore, Seras, you're a vampire. Now you must eat like a vampire. Why do you refuse to drink blood that has been willfully given to you?"

"I… uh…" she stuttered. I could tell why she didn't want to drink it: she was scared that she would become a monster, lusting for blood, until she would attack humans without her being able to control her hunger. I then noticed Integra picking up a knife from the table, but before I could protest, she cut her finger with the knife and held it out to Seras.

"I cut my finger, Seras," she said. "Kiss it and make it better."

Seras' eyes turned a light red as she slowly moved towards Integra and sucked her gloved finger clean. Once she did, she slumped back into the chair.

"Better?" she asked.

"Uh…" Seras groaned, "Thank you?"

Integra nodded. "I hope to see you nourishing yourself properly in the future, Seras," she said as she walked away. "Now off to bed, both of you."

"Right," she said, noticing me as she passed through the door. "Jeremy? What are you doing here? Did you see all of that?" She blushed as she asked this, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my head. "I could tell your reasons for not drinking the blood. Trust me; I'm in a similar situation as you."

"Really?" she looked at me quizzically. "How's that?"

"Well," I started, "for about half a year, I've been sharing a body with a demonic artificial intelligence that I've been trying to destroy for three years."

"That sound rather complicated," she scratched her head in a sort of comic fashion, "but I guess we're sort of in the same boat, then."

"Maybe sometime I can show you what he's like," I said. "I have total control over him, you know."

"You do?" she looked surprised.

"It wasn't easy, though," I added. "XANA isn't someone to take lightly, that's for sure."

"XANA? Who's that?"

"He's the evil AI," I said. "He's been plaguing our lives for more than three years, but when I beat him, he sealed his soul, so to speak, inside of me."

"That's kind of creepy," she shuddered.

"Well, on that note," I said, glancing at my watch, "it's time for us to get back to bed. We'll need our rest."

"Right," she said turning and walking to her room. "Good night."

"Good night, Seras," I replied, waving as I closed the door to my room, climbed into my bed, and drifted back into sleep.

The next morning, we were all heading down to the headquarters of the British National Security Special Guidance Division for our appointment with Sir Shelby M. Penwood, Vice-Admiral of the British Navy and his army. I had inquired as to why the Navy would ask for help from Hellsing, but I had received no answer. As we approached the doors to the meeting room, the soldiers standing guard bowed and stood aside. I could also hear loud shouting noises form behind the doors.

"Has anyone heard anything from the aerial reconnaissance team?"

"Contact the Polden Naval Base! It's urgent that we get those surveillance photos!"

"What the bloody hell is going on out there? Someone give me an answer!"

Just then, Integra burst open the doors and all of the heated arguing died at once and everyone in the room turned to face us. I felt more than a little nervous at all of these military personnel staring at us like crazy people. Walter and I did a bow and Integra saluted.

"The Hellsing Organization, along with Lieutenant Jeremiah Belpois, has arrived on Her Majesty's private orders," she declared, and walked to one of the chairs. She then promptly sat down in it, and Walter took out a cigar from a case in his pocket, handed it to Integra, who stuck it between her teeth and lighted it. I walked up next to Walter and put on a straight face. I looked at the man at the head of the table, and thought he looked somewhat familiar. He unfolded his hands and raised his head.

"Thank you for joining us, Sir Integra," he said.

"Don't tell me you intend to seek help from that lot, Sir Penwood!" one of the men angrily shouted. "This is an issue of national security, not an occult game!"

"What's the situation?" she asked.

"Eighteen hours ago we lost contact with the carrier HMS Eagle," Penwood started, "and it's currently idling at 300 km away from Pollington. Surveillance cameras from one of our military satellites have provided these pictures three hours ago."

He produced three photos, which he slid across the table to Integra. One was of a helicopter approaching the carrier, another was of men on deck slaughtering other men, and the last was of a large red Swastika on the deck of the ship, presumably painted with the blood of those men.

"Millennium," I said.

"Die Letztes Bataillon." Integra added in German.

"What are you fools blathering about?" the admiral barked. "And who is this brat with you?"

"Lieutenant Jeremiah Marquis Belpois," I barked back, "216th order of the Royal Order of King St. Louis, Assistant General of the Police Nationalé, and here on orders from Her Majesty and President Jerome Keller." I narrowed my eyes. "And you've just walked into a hell of a worse war than you think, Admiral. Those men on that ship are of a group called Millennium. They are the Last Battalion, a group of Nazis that utilizes an army of vampires and reanimated Nazi soldiers in a war that will, in their plan, encompass the entire world."

Everyone gasped, but the admiral's face welled up with rage and bolted out of his chair.

"THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!" the admiral yelled at the top of his lungs, and he banged his fist on the table. "Vampires? Nazi remnants? This little joke has gone far enough! As if I will believe the word of some pathetic little brat like you, or any insane occult enthusiast! I'd sooner declare myself insane than listen to one more word from any of you lunatics!"

"That's enough, Admiral!" Penwood shouted. "Her Majesty has ordered that Hellsing and Lieutenant Belpois here take over the situation. Any attempt at resistance will be seen as treason against the crown."

The admiral looked like he was seething with anger, but at the mention of the word 'treason', he wisely held his tongue.

"Commander," Penwood said, "please explain the rest of the current situation to Hellsing." A man with long brick red hair and large thin glasses stepped forward with a file folder in hand.

"Recently, we have received new photos of the carrier, but we have not yet regained control or communications with the ship," he said. "Our attempts still persist, but with no results as of yet." He then placed another picture from the folder he held on top of the ones already presented. "However, new intel shows one person remains on deck, and beneath a parasol." Sure enough, in the photo of the Swastika, there was a slender figure, reclining on the deck, and under a large yellow parasol. I also saw a small alarm clock next to her, but I did not point it out.

"I have recently sent two SAS squadrons via helicopter to assess and resolve the situation," one of the generals replied.

"Order them to return at once and cancel the mission," Integra said almost instantly when he finished talking.

"What?"

Suddenly, a large crackling noise was heard and one of the men bolted out of his chair.

"Sir!" he shouted. "Both of the helicopters have been wiped out!"

"What?!" the admiral gasped. "Did the ship open fire?"

"No, it came from the deck!" the man responded. "Only a single musket shot!"

"What the hell?!"

Integra closed her eyes and got up from the chair. "Hellsing will take jurisdiction over this case and bring it to a speedy conclusion. Care to add anything, Sir Penwood?"

"No, sir," he said after a long time. "Good luck and good hunting, Sir Integra. Take heed, men. I officially hand over control of this operation to Hellsing and Lieutenant Belpois."

"Indeed," she grinned. She then turned and walked to the door. Water bowed, and I followed them out of the room. Before I left, I turned to the admiral.

"I'll be sure to inform Mr. President and Her Majesty about you, Admiral," I grinned.

He gasped in shock, and I quickly retreated, holding back a snicker. I quickly joined up with Integra and Walter, who were formulating a battle plan.

"We need to find a way to get Alucard onto that ship," Walter said. "We can't simply ignore that ship. It's not doing anything now, but it attacks anyone who gets close to it. They're trying to lure us in, strictly textbook. It's a literal moving fortress."

"Trying to move vampires across large bodies of water is problematic," Integra added. "They hinder our movements, and they hinder their own. How do we approach the army of ghouls on that ship?" She then noticed me and pointed at me. "Do you have any suggestions, Lieutenant?"

"Well, I don't think any battleship would work," I started, going through as many possible scenarios in my head as I could. "It would take far too long and there's no telling what they could do in that time. Any other smaller naval vessel we could try to send there would get blasted to pieces by a hailstorm of gunfire. Dropping from above is out of the question as well, since they have an anti-aircraft arsenal that could blow them to Kingdom Come. Even if we had diversionary functions, there are those 'magic bullets' to reckon with."

Suddenly, the shadows on the floor grew dark red, then I noticed a pentagram spin into the shadows, and a mass of dark red and swirling shadows grew out of the ground. I was slightly disturbed, but Integra and Walter looked not even mildly surprised. Seconds later, Alucard stepped out of the shadows and grinned.

"So what you're saying is," he started, "is that with the ship's weapons in place, along with those magic bullets, we need to find a way to get me onto the flight deck of that ship. Isn't that right?"

"It might be impossible," Integra said.

"Or maybe not," I thought out loud. "There is one aircraft that is capable of the specifications I have mentioned, but I think only one may exist."

Alucard grinned as I said this, and chuckled maniacally.

A triad of stealth fighter jets was flying towards the Eagle, and each fighter fired all of their missiles at the ship. However, all of them exploded helplessly several meters away from the ship, and a beam of light shot from the ship, and zigzagged through the night, slicing each jet to shreds. Integra, Walter, and I watched all of this from the control room of the Special Forces headquarters. I knew this was unavoidable as a decoy for Alucard's attack, but I felt ashamed that we had to send soldiers to their certain death. It felt like it was no better than killing them ourselves.

"How is this possible that we're getting this video feed?" one of the men asked me.

"I have an elite undetectable drone out there," I answered, "completely incapable of being sensed by human or machine. I had it made especially for this kind of purpose. It gets video, but unfortunately, not audio."

I then noticed the person on board the deck of the ship with the musket as the smoke cleared. It appeared to be a young woman with navy blue hair as long as her body, a darker blue suit, and small framed glasses. She danced about the deck, twirling her musket and singing something. My XANA reflexes kicked in, and I started watching her mouth movements and seeing what she was singing.

"Our rifles shall give us prey," I said. She was speaking in German, but I could translate it in my head thanks to XANA. "Away, let your horns be sounded. Our horns through the wood shall be sounded."

"What is it, Jeremy?" Walter asked.

"She's singing Der Frieschültz," I replied. "The Magic-Bullet Marksman, by Carl Maria von Weber."

"Interesting," Integra noted, "considering that's what she is, and that's how she'll end up."

"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to her.

"See for yourself, Lieutenant," she said, pointing to the monitor.

I looked again, and found that the woman had collapsed onto the deck and was kneeling, propped up by her musket, and whimpering.

"He is coming," I said. "She's saying, 'he is coming. The madness is at hand.' Does she mean Alucard?"

"Yes and no," Integra said. "Keep watching and I'll explain."

I did, and saw the SR-17 stratospheric jet come nose diving at about Mach 2.8 from 85,000 kilometers above the ship straight at the ship. Suddenly, all of the ship's ammunition was being fired directly at the former recon jet, trying to blast it to smithereens. Even the woman was shooting at it with her musket, and a thick cloud of smoke erupted, obscuring the ship from vision. However, within sparse seconds, a fiery arrow came down from above and crashed into the ship, sending the whole thing up in roaring flames.

"What the hell was that?" the Admiral asked.

"That would be our win," Integra answered. "An absolute one-sided massacre." She then turned to me. "Jeremy, do you know how the play ends?"

"Play?" I asked, before remembering her earlier comment. "Oh, you mean Der Frieschültz. Uh, no, I don't. How does it end?"

"Near the end," she replied, "Caspar is taken to Hell by the demon king Zamiel, who helped him create the magic bullets. Caspar's corpse is then thrown into the Wolf's Glen where it will be devoured by said wolves. Now Zamiel has appeared before Caspar and he, or rather, she will meet the same fate."

My eyes widened as she said this, and I turned back to the monitor. Sure enough, through the fire and flames, Alucard stepped through and walked up to the woman. She gripped her musket and her face was filled with pure fear.

"If thou presume to walk with the dead, thou will be judged to join with their ranks." I saw him say. "What will you do now, Rip van Winkle?"

"Rip van Winkle?" I said aloud.

"Who?" Walter asked me.

"That's her name," I said, turning to Walter and pointing to the screen. "Alucard just said, 'what will you do now, Rip van Winkle?'"

I looked back at the screen. Just then, her men fired at Alucard, ripping him to pieces. In the calamity, Rip ran for cover, and then a tremendous explosion from one of the men's rocket launcher obscured Alucard from view. I saw them all give a cheer and thrust their arms in the air in victory. However, the cloud of dust soon turned into a cloud of dark red mist, and when the mist cleared, I saw a towering behemoth with twelve arms, each one grasping at the moon, which had now turned a bright shade of red.

In an instant, all of the men were completely destroyed by the phantasms and demonic energy that flowed from Alucard's transformed body. After that, Alucard resumed his normal form and walked over to where Rip was shaking in a corner of the ship, quivering in pure fear. But just then, she took her glasses off, wiper her face, and put her glasses on, showing a new expression of fury. She then aimed her musket at Alucard, shooting a sizeable hole in his face. The bullet then swerved and zoomed around in the air, and tore open more and more holes in Alucard's body. Again and again, the magic bullet pierced the vampire's flesh, blood gushing out from each wound like a fountain.

Just then, the shooting stopped, and I noticed something that nearly made my heart stop. Alucard stood at the edge of the ship with Rip's bullet between his teeth. He said something, and it shattered when he clamped his jaws shut. Rip screamed and Alucard gave a strong punch to her jaw, thrusting her onto the deck and making her drop her musket. Alucard then picked it up and walked over to Rip. He grabbed her by the neck with his other hand, and with the hand that held the musket, he pointed the bayonet on it at Rip's chest, and then thrust the whole musket through Rip's heart with one swift motion.

Blood streamed onto the musket, and burst from Rip's mouth, and Alucard licked it all off of the ground and from her musket. As he finished, he breathed on Rip, and then clamped his mouth firmly on her neck, draining her of the rest of her blood. After a sickening two minutes of watching all of this, he dropped Rip's body to the ground, and grinned maniacally, and laughed apparently very loudly and uproariously.

"Dear God," I said to myself, clutching my heart.

"What you see, Lieutenant," Integra said, "is just a small piece of the true power of Alucard."

"A taste?" I gasped.

"That is the power Hellsing possesses," she said. "In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen."

"Amen," Walter added.

"Amen," I added, still nervous about this vampire and monster business.

"But what happens when you use impure beings to fight impure beings?" I thought to myself.

As I have a lack of miagination for this fic (and that I have too many unfinished ones to work on at once), this is going on a hiatus until I finish one (or two) stories I have written and have not finished. That's why this chapter is so long compared to the others. Sorry to all who are liking and following this, but I'll do the very best I can to finish my other stories so that I can get on this again!

-JeremyX signing off!